As the world blinked... as 'His' voice rolled, a laugh layered under it, neither cruel nor kind, like puppets pulled upright, everyone stood.
Everyone.
Blood reversed, veins healed, and bones snapped back in place.
They weren't just restored; they were improved.
All who Fell became stronger...
Healthier.
It was as if every afterbirth defect they ever had was erased.
And soon enough, their breathing returned, their vision clearing.
Minds, though still shaken, were now held back together.
Only then... only when the world healed.
Only then did Sinbad and the Lady let out a breath.
Their feathers and robes loosened.
They felt incredible relief.
Though they didn't look it, they too were nervous. Beyond nervous.
This was the Sultan of Sultans, and 'His' eyes fell upon them.
It was a miracle they lived.
***
{Inside The Projection}
Black voids drifted back to Malik.
"You can speak freely now."
'His' voice remained smooth, casual, and terrifyingly normal.
